Page 65 of Reckless Seduction
Something isn’t right, but the threat of a beating from Fernando is enough to get me to drop the subject and hightail it out of his office like my ass is on fire.
I am not going to let it go, though.
Not yet.
TWENTY-FIVE
I barely resist slammingthe door shut to my room after the talk with my father. The only saving grace is that Drew wasn’t there to gloat in my face. That and I managed to get a good look at the safe as well. While he had his hand around my throat, I stared over his shoulder, gauging the safe’s keypad.
“So finally Rapunzel has returned.”
I give a small gasp, my hand flying to my chest as I spin around toward the unexpected intrusion. Drew sits casually in one of the chairs by my window, his phone resting in his hand.
He’s dressed himself up in a black Armani suit and crisp white shirt. He believes suits give him more power. Make him seem manlier.
As if.
Drew may have the muscles of a man who spends hours in the gym, but he is a coward who would never use them. One punch, and he would be crying on the floor, begging for his mommy.
I’ve seen it.
“What are you doing here?” I rasp, my voice still hoarse from the swelling. Drew tilts his head before he stands from the chair. Depositing his phone in his pocket, he straightens his jacketbefore casually strolling toward me. I take an instinctive step back, only to hit the door.
“Where have you been?” His arms cage me in on either side.
“None of your business,” I snarl.
He chuckles, the sound mirthless. His eyes are narrowed down at me, face cold.
“You’re my fiancée, Bailey,” he sneers. “Everything you do is my business.”
A growl erupts low in my chest. “I stopped being your fiancée the moment you stuck your dick where it doesn’t belong,” I hiss. “Should have suspected it, though. Honestly, I should have known it was you the moment Brittany described the micropenis she was fucking.”
His hand snags in my hair, wrenching my head back painfully. It’s still tender from my father.
“Who have you been fucking, little Rapunzel?” he demands. “You think I believe for one moment you were out there mourning me cheating on you?”
I shrug a shoulder, keeping my body in a state of nonchalance. “Why do you care? You have that trailer park trash back at your condo, right? Is she kinda like Fun Dip? Stick your white pasty dick in and pop out covered in chlamydia? Because you sure aren’t coming out coated in sugar.”
Drew purses his lips, eyes darkening.
“You’re mine,” Drew hisses at me. “And when I stop wanting you to be mine, I am going to make sure the next man your father makes a deal with will fuck your shit up.” He smirks. “If there is anything left, that is.”
He tips my head back, his gaze running along my throat. It is no doubt bruised from my father’s steely grip. “Nothing a little makeup won’t fix. We need to make sure you are looking your best for the gala.” He chuckles to himself like he has told a joke. Is there something he knows that I don’t?
“Good to know where you stand on domestic violence,” I snap at him.
Another chuckle, this one darker, more dangerous. In all the years I have been with Drew, he has never been cruel. I do not think him capable. Not once has he ever raised his voice to me or given me a reason to think he would. But the look on his face now?
It is deadly.
“I have been too lenient with you, Bai.” He drags me away from the wall. My hands automatically go to the wrist of the hand he still has wrapped tautly in my hair. The pain is not erotic. It stings, the roots pulling from my scalp. If he is not careful, he will give me a bald spot. He pushes me into the vanity of the bathroom. I groan as the marble countertop bites into my back.
Drew reaches into the shower, hitting a few of the elaborate buttons that turn the spray on. The bathroom immediately begins to fill with steam.
“That is going to change.” He turns to face me, his dangerously dark gaze boring into mine. “No more freedom. Little Rapunzel is going to sit up in her tower until she is needed, or she is going to feel what it is like to fall. Understood?”
Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I nod my head, afraid of what I might say if I speak.
